Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 895 Xijing Investment
The name of the investment company is "Xijing Investment Co., Ltd." or "Xijing Investment" for short.

Today is the day when the investment company is established.

Fang Minghua didn't invite anyone. Even when Li Li asked for leave to go over and take a look, she was dissuaded by Fang Minghua.

"Focus on your class. I'll just go for a walk."

He didn't let the driver drive, and drove the Mercedes-Benz straight into the city alone.

Xijing Fund is located in the financial district of San Francisco, which is known as the "Wall Street of the West Bank". Like many metropolises, the financial district is also a place where old and new buildings blend together. Buildings of different heights and styles merge into an inharmonious beauty.

There are many famous financial companies here, such as Bank of America World Headquarters, Charles Schwab, Wells Fargo, etc., and Xijing Fund is located on a street called Howard Street in the financial district.

There are no tall buildings on this street, only low-rise buildings of five or six floors, which look very ordinary. Xijing Investment is located in a five-story building in the middle of the street.

There was only a plaque hanging at the entrance of the building, without any red silk cloth covering it, with the words "Xijing Investment Co. Ltd" written on it.

There were no flower baskets or long banners at the entrance of the hall. People were coming in and out to do business, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

When Fang Minghua drove there, Phillips was already standing at the entrance of the hall waiting with four people. They were the leadership team of Xijing Fund. The entire company had only more than 50 people, but they were in charge of up to 75 billion US dollars in capital.

After a simple handshake, Fang Minghua, accompanied by everyone, inspected the building, while Phillips whispered about the fund's situation.

Xijing Fund's investments mainly include stocks, bonds, gold, and real estate, which are relatively conservative projects, with stocks accounting for the vast majority.

Of course, Fang Minghua asked Phillips to guarantee that his position would never be fully invested and that there should be at least one-third cash in the account.

The entire building is the office space of Xijing Investment. The exterior of the building looks old, but the interior is newly decorated in gray and white with a sense of technology, full of modern atmosphere.

Accompanied by Phillips, Fang Minghua visited various offices. Employees coming and going were all dressed in suits or gray OL clothes, and they all looked at this man with an oriental face with curiosity.

Fang Minghua's own office is on the third floor. It is a room of nearly 80 square meters, with a large boss desk and chair, an Apple computer on it, and a row of bookshelves at the back with a variety of books. Fang Minghua looked around curiously.

Most of the majors are economics, finance and philosophy.

Capital, The Wealth of Nations, Monetary Finance, The Republic, The Social Contract.
Except for "The Republic" which Fang Minghua has read, he has also read "Das Kapital", but for the rest he has only heard of them but never read them, and some he has never even heard of them.

Fang Minghua understood that this was a way for Phillips to show off.

No need.

"These books," Fang Minghua glanced at the bookshelf and said to Phillips, "Except for The Republic and Capital, take away all the others and put some literary books in there. I'm just a writer, not a financier, so there's no need to put the books above."

作家
Hearing Fang Minghua's positioning of himself, Phillips' mouth twitched involuntarily. With the genius you have demonstrated in the field of stock investment, those Wall Street tycoons are ashamed of themselves. How could you say that you are not a financier?
Also, is there an author with a net worth of nearly $100 billion?
Of course, he had to follow the boss's instructions. He immediately called his assistant and went to the bookstore to buy some literary books.

“The more classic, the better!”

Fang Minghua ignored all this and continued to visit his office. In front of the boss's desk was a circle of leather sofas, where small meetings could be held.

There is also a suite inside, which is used for resting.

Fang Minghua took a long walk and was quite satisfied.

To be honest, he seldom comes here, but as the chairman of the investment company and the only director on the board, he still has to maintain the necessary appearance.

Sitting in the boss chair, Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something and said, "Phillips, go check if there is a Chinese company called Shanda Network that is going to be listed on the Nasdaq?" "Please wait a moment."

Phillips made a phone call immediately, and soon a female assistant came into the office with a document and handed it to Phillips.

He looked at Fang Minghua and said, "Indeed, Shanda Network is preparing to go public on the Nasdaq. The stock code is SNDA. The issue price is $11. A total of 1380 million shares will be issued, raising $1.518 million. Now it has reached the roadshow stage."

"Is the actual controller of the company called Chen Tianqiao?" Fang Minghua asked again.

"Yes, is it your friend?" Phillips asked curiously.

Fang Minghua smiled and did not answer, but said: "Xijing Investment participated in the new share placement of Shanda Network."

"Ok, how many shares do you plan to buy?" Phillips asked immediately.

"The more the better. If the shares we get from the new offering are not enough, we will buy more in the secondary market." Fang Minghua paused and said, "My goal is to gain control of this company."

Phillips was a little stunned.

The boss and Chen Tianqiao are not friends, but enemies.

He immediately became energetic.

Forcefully buying up the company?

This is so exciting.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away." Phillips said immediately.

Fang Minghua walked around for a long time and then left.

Phillips is in charge of Xijing Investment. After all these years of cooperation between the two, Fang Minghua is very satisfied with his work ability and he does not have to worry about the daily work of the company.

He would receive regular emails every quarter about the company's operating conditions, and at the end of the year Fang Minghua would also send a third-party accounting firm to the company to conduct a financial audit.

Of course it is Zhang Qing Accounting Firm.

2003 has passed. Today is New Year's Day, which is also a legal holiday in the United States. Snowflakes are falling outside, and Fang Minghua and his family have not gone out. They all stay in the warm villa.

Liu Yifei came to San Francisco to visit Fang Rui again, and of course Liu Xiaoli came along as well. The mother and daughter didn't have many relatives or friends in the United States, so they came to San Francisco to celebrate the New Year with Fang Minghua and the others.

It was unknown what the two girls were doing in Fang Rui's bedroom upstairs, Li Li and Liu Xiaoli were drinking coffee and chatting in the living room on the first floor, and Fang Minghua was teaching his youngest daughter Xinxin to write calligraphy in the study.

When Fang Rui and Fang Le were young, Fang Minghua didn't pay much attention to this matter. They couldn't write with a brush, and their handwriting with a fountain pen was also very average. Now that the younger daughter has reached the age to write, Fang Minghua decided to give it a try.

The little girl was also very serious. She followed the posture of holding the brush taught by her father and copied the calligraphy stroke by stroke.

Just at this moment, Fang Minghua's cell phone rang. He saw that it was Song Tangtang calling, so he picked up the phone.

"Tangtang, why aren't you asleep yet so late?" Fang Minghua asked gently.

"Minghua, I thought about it all night and decided to come to the United States and talk to Warner Bros. in person!"

(End of this chapter)